Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

It hurts, my head hurts...

Lightning flashed in front of Derrick's eyes in the distance. In a trance, he seemed to see distant history calling, vaguely conveying faded secrets.

Weird ravings lingered in his ears, and Derrick subconsciously wanted to resist, but his desire for light and hope for the future led him to want to go deeper and reach out, but he could only grasp the void.

"Derrick Berger?"

"Derrick Berg!"

The deep and dignified voice exploded, and suddenly awakened Derrick, who was confused.

He looked around in confusion, and was surprised to find that he was being tightly bound to the chair by the silver chain, whether the pure white light emitted by the "crown of glory" above his head was swept over, making people feel inexplicably powerless and collapsed.

In the semi-closed interrogation room, Alexander of the six-member council looked at the boy who was not at all special. The dark green symbols in his eyes looked like a wolf seeing its prey in the dark.

"Elder Alexander, what's going on?"

Realizing his situation, Derrick instinctively wanted to break free, but the spirituality that burst out from the silver chain condensed into substance, and the tiny sharp needles stabbed his muscles, and the dense "silver needles" converged. Together, it looks very similar to the debris set off by the "Dawn Knight" light storm from a distance.

"Do you remember what happened?" Alexander stroked the stubble of his jaw, his limbs relaxed.

what happened?

Derrick, who was no longer struggling, was stunned for a moment, and then a large amount of compressed memories returned to his brain like a flood. He "watched" himself over the past few days from entering the dungeon to returning home like a ghost outside the body. All memories after.

The old voice, the icy iron wall, the phantom of youth that can be vaguely seen like sleepwalking, the mottled and illusory jet-black dial, the twelve golden links...and...

Mr. Fool!

Derrick suddenly opened his eyes to the limit, shocked by his own memory.

I actually held a blasphemy ceremony to Mr. Fool in front of the watchers in Silver City, that guy, that outsider, he invaded my spiritual body, almost entered above the gray fog, and entered Mr. Fool Kingdom of God!

The scenes of terrifying memories did not numb Derrick's impact, but a biting coldness rose from the soles of his feet, completely awakening the half-year-old boy.

"I, I don't know." He shrugged slightly, his green cheeks full of slump.

The dark green symbol in his eyes hit his soul directly. Alexander, who didn't notice anything unusual, snorted and patted his knees. The exaggerated figure over two meters tall completely covered Derrick with the shadow cast by standing up.

"Whether you remember anything or not, the chief will handle your affairs in person."

The relatively young "Witcher" stared at the mysterious patterns on the wall, and the resolute lines on the side of his face twitched unnaturally.

"If you think of any important clues, don't try to hide them, and you shouldn't want to spend the rest of your life in the dungeon."

As he said that, he walked towards the exit behind him and knocked twice on the heavy stone door. The stone door disappeared, and a taller figure was standing behind the door, with a white light in his right hand.

"chief."

Alexander nodded slightly, not surprised by the arrival of the chief.

In his opinion, although this old man over 80 was in the same rank as himself, he was a model that he could not surpass, and a demigod who truly supported the City of Silver.

"The 'Psychoanalyst' of the Round Tower is checking on Barbossa's condition."

Alexander quickly flashed the appearance of the "hermit" in his mind, and nodded without hesitation.

"I'm in charge of this."

The gray-haired Colin first glanced at the depressed Derrick in the room, and then nodded, his white-glowing right hand clenched tighter, and walked in without saying a word.

Alexander bowed slightly, his spirituality spread, and the heavy ancient stone gate returned to its original position in the next moment.

The depressed room was closed again, and Derrick raised his head to look at the chief in the darkness, feeling a little lost for a while.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the light blue glasses of the chief are so similar to the old man in the dungeon whose mind has been split and out of control, but one is still thorough, and the other has been wiped out by the long years of prison life.

"You should remember the outsider from the former squad leader in the basement?"

The shadows of candles on the interrogation table illuminated Colin's deeply distorted, old and scarred face.

Derrick lowered his head guiltily, his voice dry.

"That outsider, he controlled me."

For the memory after the dungeon, he still feels strongly unreal, and although he has been freed from the shackles, he still cannot see the face of the mysterious young man in the memory, just like the former team leader in the dungeon.

Listening to Derrick's answer, Colin nodded slightly, and said slowly:

"He belongs to a strange sequence called 'Parasite'. The person in the cell next to you is his former parasitic object."

"He?" Hearing this special title, Derrick opened his mouth in surprise, followed by worry and panic.

"Don't worry." Colin's light blue deep ancient well has no waves, and his right hand holding Baiguang slowly opened, revealing a pocket watch with fine structure.

"Your last prayer, no, it should be his last attempt to communicate with the existence that shattered his avatar, leaving only this item."

"That ceremony helped us see the identity of the outsider, and indirectly eliminated the danger."

Colin's eyes reflected the relieved Derrick, and his tone suddenly became solemn.

"However, I need you to explain the ritual you got from there."

A trace of panic flashed on Derrick's face, he hurriedly lowered his head again, and was silent for a while before he squeezed out a few words.

"I got it from a piece of pottery that I got on the black market before."

"That pottery piece belongs to an abandoned city-state."

Colin narrowed his eyes.

"Which city-state was originally ruled by which race?"

Derrick's eyes were erratic, while he was entangled in whether he should reveal the truth to the city-state that was in deep darkness, and at the same time, he was entangled in the majesty of Mr. Fool.

In the end, fearing that Mr. Fool would give up his care for the City of Silver because of his betrayal, he made a hard lie.

"It was the city-state ruled by the dragon Loholid before. I got the honorific name on a pottery shard written in Elvish language!"

Seeing Derrick roaring in self-defeating, Ekelin's expressionless face evoked a faint smile instead.

But the smile subsided before it was noticed.

"Elven language?"

"Yes." After telling a lie, Derrick suddenly felt that his chest was no longer so heavy, and said in a rusty half-truth:

"I'm also very puzzled, why there are names written in Elvish in cities ruled by giant dragons, so..."

"So, I was a little curious, relaxed my vigilance, and read out the honorable name on it."

"I remember the symbols you carved on the candle were 'eye without pupil' and 'twisted thread'." Colin interrupted him.

Derrick was stunned for a moment, then nodded blankly.

"Yes."

The faint candlelight was still flickering. I wonder if it was an illusion. Derrick suddenly felt a surprise flashed in the Chief's vicissitudes of life.

"Do you still remember what happened after you recited the honorable name, and that hidden existence told you his name?"

Derrick, who was vaguely aware of something, swallowed his saliva and suddenly felt that his upper and lower jaws seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

"He, he called himself the 'The Fool', also called the 'Mysterious God'."

......

The westernmost part of the Land Forsaken.

The huge dragon wings vibrated slowly, and the agitated air flow in turn held up the dark slender shadow and rushed straight into the thunderclouds.

Flying in the lightning jungle, Loholid looked down at the darkness below, his dark golden pupils shone brightly, ignoring the distance, scraping every corner of the ground.

As a giant dragon that has held on since the blockade of the Land Abandoned by God, he knew very well that there was once a city-state that had received the oracle of the Creator, and after confirming that the city-state was still standing, he prayed and told the Lord as soon as possible.

The huge body slowly fell, and Loholid's shadowy eyes reflected the outline of the city-state dotted with lights, and he couldn't help but sigh.

The creator has fallen for two thousand years, but the remnants of the earth are still faithfully fulfilling his oracles... The gray and white fog wall blocking the sky in the distance is getting closer and closer, and the dragons in the air are three heads one by one. , quickly recited the honorable name of "Mystery", and then suddenly accelerated. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The crimson mark on the inverse scale of Loholid flickered, and the surrounding darkness turned into a wave, drowning his figure, and a shadow that lacked light swelled on the gray foggy wall opposite the Moon City Altar. , the huge bubble expanded rapidly, burst silently before reaching the limit, a three-headed dragon raised its head, like the wings of the iron curtain bathed under the gray-white barriers behind, shocked everyone who was holding the ceremony.

Peaceful darkness rises from the horizon, Moon City High Priest Nim is like a formidable enemy, blocking the Moon City residents behind him, vigilantly opposing Loholid, who exudes a holy light.

"Do not be afraid."

"I am a 'disobedient one' who is bathed in the glory of my lord's 'mysterious god'. I came here on the basis of an oracle."

Three heads symbolizing different stages of life were prostrate on the ground, and the phantom of the holy emblem of the "God of Mysteries" floated up and down in the air, illuminating every already numb heart.

......

Above the gray fog.

Klein, who was communicating with a man, suddenly froze, and then looked at the crimson constellation embedded in the dome, and saw that the star symbolizing Loholid was pulsing.

Before he could react, a slightly pale finger had already pointed in that direction. "Mystery", who had been missing for two days, cast a ball of light at the star with an expressionless face. I felt the gray fog boil with it, and it calmed down.

"what is that?"

He looked at the expressionless "mystery", waved his left hand, and the living spirit floating on the long table disappeared under the scouring of the spiritual wave.

"Mystery" lowered his head and blinked his dark, dull eyes.

"The necessary preparation for acquiring new believers is also the purpose of the plan that the Angel of the Hanged Man is working on."

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